Glacier
I used to be a glacier in my day.
The world was but a sculpture I could shave.
I carved the mountains, hollowed out the bay
And sealed the mastadon in icy grave.
But man, with all the arrogance he knew,
His factories, machines and electronics,
Belched forth his clouds of blasted CO2,
Reduced me to a single gin and tonic.
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